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The Games that Gods Play	By : Ristul Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 16896 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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God is on the side of the bigger battalions
-Napoleon
The monsters were the first to attack, a rolling wave of slavering jaws and glowing eyes that carpeted the surrounding forest of Asgard. Hell hounds, harpies, and the various monsters of Grecian mythology assaulted the walls, tearing huge chunks in the white granite with their ferocious strength.
The Asgardians fought back with their own brand of retribution, arrows raining down upon the beasts, killing many monsters before they even reached the walls. But the hordes just kept coming.
The King of Pain held his position at the very edge of the battle, his rifle barking hot lead at the beasts. His ammunition load was running out very quickly, but it was only a small concern to him. He kept one eye out on the horizon, because his every instinct told him that this was only the prologue to the real battle. The battle would only truly start when the walls are breached, and it was only a matter of time with the beasts more concerned with knocking down the stones than killing the defenders.
“Sir!” A Norse warrior shouted, gesturing to one side, where the wall had been completely breached.
“Signaler!” Phillip yelled to the man standing close beside him with several flags in his hands. “Off the walls!”
The man held up the flags, and started waving them for all he was worth. Norse warriors and Asgardians started gathering in the inner castle courtyard, since the walls were coming down. No point staying on top of the ramparts.
There was a sudden booming roar across the field, and everybody stiffened at the sound. Phillip frowned. “What the hell is that?” A gigantic winged half-man, half-beast rose up into the skies, with a hundred dragon heads under his shoulders, and untold numbers of coiled vipers below his groin. Fear assailed the Asgardians. It was a monster the likes of which they had never seen before.
Ares scrambled up beside him, fear etched on his face. “Typhon! Cronus has somehow freed Typhon!”
Phillip groaned as Typhon dove down at Asgard, its dragon heads spewing out fireballs which impacted onto the ground in huge explosions, scattering his forces into small bands as they sought cover. Meanwhile, another scout reported the arrival of Cronus’ main army, the warriors the Titan had drafted from Elysium and the Underworld. Without his own forces in formation, Phillip knew he was inviting defeat in detail. But any concentration of troops would expose them to Typhon’s terrifying power. Kessanalt luck. Always bad.

“Gawain, calm down!” Donna scolded Gawain, who fidgeted impatiently as they waited in a corner of the castle. He pranced around the area, setting her nerves on edge.
“I can’t!” He griped, one hand around his triangle. “I should be calm, I know, but not this time. I don’t know why.”
Gawain sat down heavily on a stool, while the rest of their small force lounged around. Jake checked his heavy weaponry one more time, and Morgan stretched his muscles with a series of exercises. Neither man looked worried. Artemis and Phillipus sharpened their swords, waiting for the signal. They were as alert and ready as they could be.
Donna shook her head. The waiting was getting to her too. She thought back to Phillip’s plan, and the crucial role they were going to play. Gawain’s ability to teleport across the battlefield was an incalculable advantage, one that they would exploit when the time was right. If the time ever came.
The Amazon Princess clasped her hands together, and prayed for her sister Diana, who she could feel was in the thick of the fighting. “Mother Gaea, please protect Diana from harm.”
Then a runner, a young boy, dashed past them, yelling, “Typhon is here! Typhon is here!” He ran on past them, heading for Odin’s throne room.
Donna blanched at the news. She took up her sword, and prepared to go to the main battle when Jake said, “No, you stay here with Gawain.” The big man hefted his recoilless rifle. “Let me see what it takes to kill that beast.”
He marched off. Artemis glanced at Donna, who lifted her bow, “I have enough arrows, one for each of Typhon’s heads. This day shall go down in legend, and I intend to make my own mark on it!” The Amazon ran after Jake.
“Well,” Gawain commented, “That leaves us four to take out Oblivion, a Titan god. This is just fucking great.”

Wonder Woman held up her sword, and cut through the Greek warrior she faced. She pushed aside the pang of guilt, knowing that there was no room for mercy under such circumstances. These were dead warriors brought back to life by Cronus to fulfill his mad dream of conquering the entire world, and killing them would only be returning them to the place they should be anyway.
Bands of scattered warriors engaged the onrushing Greeks, somehow managing to hold their own despite the disciplined ranks of Cronus’ army. Diana had placed herself right in the middle of their advance, and she was acting as a formidable breakwater before the seemingly unstoppable wave. She wielded her shield as a battering ram in conjunction with her sword, utilizing her improved balance honed over the past few days to pull off moves she had never attempted before.
She managed to spare a thought for the man responsible for improving her skill. Thank you, Phillip.
The Lion of Ares was even further ahead of her, a lone swordsman in the middle of the wall breach, his twin blades of Glory and Infamy flashing with lightning speed. The two swords seemed to highlight his deadly ability, surrounding him in a cloak of darkness and light.
Their eyes met for a moment, and she thought she sensed relief from him as the sight of her. Then they broke their mutual gaze, returning to their own battles. To be honest, she was also relieved that he was still unhurt.
Diana pushed forward, shouting for those Asgardians and Norsemen following her to take her lead. The Greek warriors did not seem to be fighting as well as she thought they should, which was somewhat of a mercy. In fact, the initial press of warriors seemed to be giving way as the ranks of Greeks thinned, and Diana suspected the battle would soon degenerate into a series of one-on-one fights.
The Amazon Princess managed to fight her way to the wall breach, and that was when she suddenly understood why the Greeks did not seem to be fighting so well.
Just outside the walls, waiting patiently, were the famed warriors of Grecian legend. Wonder Woman’s stomach clenched in dismay at the sight of Leonidas, Bellerophon, the two Ajaxes, and many others, their deeds remembered on Themyscira through song and poetry. It was unlikely that they would be as easy to defeat. In fact, their numbers slightly outweighed Asgard’s depleted forces. Many of the Norsemen and Asgardians had died, though they could be resurrected later in Valhalla. If Cronus could be defeated.
The warriors earlier on, the beasts before them, were just to soften up Asgard for the final blow. With the defenders tired and bleeding, it would be a grim uphill struggle just to hold their ground against their new enemies. Thor came up beside her, Mjolnir in his hands as he bellowed out a challenge. Phillip simply lowered the tip of his swords to the ground, his wrists twisting the blades in beside his feet, his face and black combat suit streaked with the blood of his enemies, none of it his, yet. His face was blank, devoid of expression to everybody else. Only Diana could pick out the very slightest bit of tension around his ice cold eyes.
Shadows covered them, cast by Typhon’s immense bulk.
Cronus stood just behind the rows of Greek legends. “Why, Thunderer? No welcome mat for me? I outrank you by two generations! You should be bowing to me, little god!” Beside him, his Titans stirred, their power a palpable force.
Diana yelled, “You overstep your authority, Lord Cronus! Mother Gaea offered you her loving embrace, why did you deny her? Cease this meaningless battle!”
Cronus scoffed, “I was weak then, easily overcome by the Source. I know better now. A chunk at a time rather than a whole bite. Goes down a lot easier. Just like you will.” He leered at her. “First this world, then perhaps some other planet, like Rann, or Khund. And you, dear Princess, can be my Queen, with the rest of your bitch goddesses as my concubines. I will enjoy your screams in my bed!”
Phillip spoke in a silent, deadly whisper that nevertheless seemed to carry across the intervening gap. “Over my dead body.”
Cronus sneered, “And you, Phillip Delacroix! What are you? Who do you think you are? You are nothing!” Diana frowned. She saw beneath the Titan’s bluster. Cronus’ confidence was shaken merely by Phillip’s presence. Another piece of the puzzle.
A slow grin came over the King of Pain’s face. “You’re right, Cronus. I’m nothing.” He pulled his lips back to reveal his snarling teeth. “But I’m a nothing who scares you. So what does it make you, hmmm?”
He raised his swords, Glory in his right hand over his head, while Infamy was slanted at an angle towards Cronus’ battle line. His blood-streaked hair waved in the chilly wind, his arctic blue eyes focused and intent. He exuded a strange sensation, one that Diana could not really explain, the same feeling she got when she fought him back in his base, except that this time he was on her side, not against her. It was as though he was a giant in the middle of the wall breach, an unmovable, unshakable mountain. His mere presence gave the defenders added courage, and they yelled in encouragement to one another.
Thor pulled his hammer back, ready to charge in. Diana did not need to look back to see her fellow Amazons ready themselves, their spears and swords held ready to charge or to receive one. Shouts and yells from the inner courtyard told of Greek stragglers still tying up a substantial bulk of the defenders. Wonder Woman took up a battle stance, her own sword beside her shield.
Typhon swooped down, thinking to blast them out of existence, when a massive explosion erupted in its chest. It roared in pain, pulling out of its dive. Diana heard Artemis yell, “Jake, hit it again!” Her words were followed by the telltale sound of the arrows whistling through the air, probably from the Bana-Mighall’s bow. Typhon’s multitude of heads started screaming their deaths as Artemis’ arrows found their mark.
Spurred by the impromptu signal of the explosion, both lines charged at each other, the Greek champions storming down from their positions on a slight ridge down onto the wall breach, led by Achilles and Hector, their greatest warriors. Phillip swept forward in front of her, his steps sure and steady. The Amazon Princess stayed behind him, then her steps faltered when she realized the two feminine figures near the front.
Her mother, Queen Hippolyta of Themyscira, and her Aunt Antiope. She heard Io and Mala both wail in despair at the thought of facing their beloved Queen and her sister. Her heart felt intense pain, stabbed by Cronus’ cruel ploy. The pain of her mother’s departure still hurt her, and all the despair, the sadness, came rushing back to Wonder Woman.
Hippolyta and Antiope attacked her, and Diana felt hot tears in her eyes as she defended herself.

“Phillip’s reporting in.” Morgan said. “Listen up! Not going to be easy with all that steel clashing!”
Gawain closed his eyes, listening to the earpiece in his suit’s head gear. “345712.” He grinned, glad to be rid of the waiting. “Oblivion’s at grid 345712.” To help Gawain, they had marked out the areas of the battlefield according to the 6 digit military system. It was a good thing the combat suits came with built-in communication devices.
“Okay, no time to waste, let’s go!” Gawain glanced over at Donna and Phillipus, who quickly readied themselves. He snapped a fresh magazine into his H&K P-90 SMG, and held up his triangle. He watched the others, and they all nodded.
He focused his energy through the triangle, and suddenly they were outside the castle, on a slight ridge overlooking Asgard. Oblivion stood not far away from them, surrounded by a posse of monsters and Greek warriors. The beasts spun and charged at them almost immediately, stunning the newcomers with the ferocity and speed of their response.
“Go! Go! Go!” Gawain yelled as he dropped to the ground in a half squat position, his SMG barking short bursts into the hellhounds, ripping apart flesh before they could close in.
Morgan added his own gun fire, hosing down the beasts. The plan was sunk the moment the beasts had charged them. The plan for taking out Oblivion and freeing the mind-trapped Greeks relied almost completely on surprise. With surprise gone, it was going to be a tough fight.
Gawain focused again on his triangle, desperate for some kind of edge. This time, he twisted the entire hilltop into a crazy mishmash of angled surfaces. Hellhounds yelped in surprise as they found themselves standing on upside down grass, then suddenly falling down with gravity’s pull. He frowned. Did gravity even exist properly in this pocket dimension owned by the gods? And if he had read the legends correctly, it existed before the gods ever appeared, so who created it?
He shook his head clear of those thoughts, which were distracting him in battle. There’ll be time to look for answers later.
Oblivion didn’t have any problem standing upside down, and the Titan quickly flitted away from them, while harpies took over. With their ability of flight, the messed up battleground was less of a hindrance. Phillipus shouted, “Oblivion’s getting away!”
“Hang on!” Gawain shouted as he teleported the party yet again, chasing after Oblivion, never mind the toll using the triangle was taking on him. They had to take Oblivion out, or the battle was as good as lost. He felt dizzy for an instant as they appeared twenty meters away from their target.
They were also smack dab in the midst of a party of Greek warriors. The Greeks were shocked for the barest of moments, before they attacked eagerly.
Donna spun around, tripping a warrior to the ground before severing his head from his neck with a smooth blow. With his keen eye, Gawain could see that compared to their time fighting against the demon army, Donna had improved immensely after the training Phillip had put her through, even without the benefit of her powers. Her attacks were faster, more precise.
A click signaled the last of his ammunition. Gawain used the butt of the gun to parry a slash from a Greek spear, then released the gun while dropping the Greek warrior with a iai draw cut, his right hand sliding his sword out and across his opponent’s abdomen in a blindingly fast move. The Greek warrior gaped, his mouth open in pain and shock as his entrails spilled out of his guts. He collapsed onto the ground.
Morgan had run out of ammo too, and the black man simply employed his gun as a club, smashing Greek warriors left and right with his enhanced strength, sending them flying. The soldier had no lack of combat training, but at the moment, maybe brute force was better than finesse.
Oblivion seemed to be mocking them as she flitted away, putting more guards between her and them with every second, yet close enough to make them feel as though they had a chance. Never close enough for them to attack her personally. Never close enough for them to take her down. Gawain had fired a few rounds at her. The bullets had simply bounced off some invisible shield. No, it would take a magical weapon to breach that shield. And they would need to get close.
Gawain snarled in frustration. He had other options, certainly, but…

It was a battle for the ages, a fierce battle between four Greek legends and a lone swordsman wielding two blades from an era that time forgot. Their weapons were a hazy morass of gleaming flashes, punctuated by rapid and violent clashes of metal on metal. Their battle had drifted from outside Asgard to within the castle wall, as the King of Pain was slowly pushed back.
Phillip danced between the spinning weapons of Achilles, Hector, and the two Ajaxes, desperately fending off their attacks and intently watching their moves for predictable patterns he could exploit. So far, no luck. One on one, he could beat any of them with ease. Four on one… well, he was good, but not that good.
Achilles caught him across his right calf, a minor cut. Phillip riposted, nicking the Greek hero on his right arm, exchanging a minor wound for another minor wound. Big Ajax stormed in, his huge axe in a wicked horizontal slash that Phillip didn’t dare to block without proper leverage.
He arched his body backwards, and the axe blade whiffed so close to his face that he could see the tiny flaws in the blade caused by battle. Hector took the opportunity to swing his spear at Phillip’s left leg. He raised his leg, leaving only his right foot on the ground, precariously balanced while falling back.
And then little Ajax moved to his back, intent on stabbing him when he fell to the ground. True to the legends, he was swift, his footsteps steady as he went in for the kill.
I’m not so easy to kill. Phillip grinned as he whipped Glory above his head. The tip of the blade stabbed into the hard stone, arresting his backwards fall. He raised Infamy similarly, and the dark blade slapped away little Ajax’s attack, then thrust into the surprised Greek warrior’s stomach. It was the first opening he had seen, and he took full advantage of it. Little Ajax crashed to the ground, his midsection eviscerated.
Before Achilles and Hector could cut away his other leg on the ground, Phillip kicked himself up, using Glory as a makeshift pole vault, somersaulting backwards to gain some distance between himself and his enemies. He landed lightly on his feet as they charged at him, and took the brief interval to assess the overall battle.
What he saw wasn’t good. Wonder Woman was fending off two Greek women, and she was pulling her blows. He understood why; he could identify Hippolyta and Antiope from Ares’ files. Both Amazon queens were attacking Diana fiercely, and Wonder Woman was being pressed hard despite the vast improvements in skill she had attained.
Meanwhile, Jake and Artemis continued their battle with Typhon. Jake had finished all the ammunition for the recoilless rifle, and was spraying his machine guns at the gargantuan bulk of the ancient monster, seemingly without effect. Artemis with her bow and arrows had taken out more than half of Typhon’s serpent heads, an incredible feat by any standard. Still, Phillip didn’t see how they could beat Typhon.
All over the courtyard of Asgard, Norsemen and Asgardians were locked in battle with Greek warriors, and outnumbered significantly. The defenders were holding their own, but just barely.
Big Ajax was the first to reach him. The mighty axman swung his weapon around in a horizontal arc, obviously baiting him to duck below it, where Hector and Achilles waited with their weapons to pin him. Phillip smiled grimly. It took four of their best to hold him to a stalemate. Three of them? No chance.
He didn’t dodge away this time. He met the axe with both swords, catching the axe head by crossing his swords and wedging the axe head in the V formed. Then before Hector and Achilles could recover and bail Ajax out, Phillip used Glory to slide under the axe, trapping it, while he raised Infamy and swung down hard at the axe before Ajax could pull his weapon away.
The axe shattered with a sharp crack, the head falling to the ground. Ajax pulled the haft of his axe back, and only Achilles coming up in front of him with a shield saved the Greek warrior from Phillip’s onrushing blades. Ajax retreated to find a suitable weapon, leaving Achilles and Hector to face the swordsman.
“What manner of demon are you?” Achilles demanded. Hector nodded, supporting the question.
Phillip did not reply. Breath was better spent on actions than on words. Besides, Achilles and Hector should know who he was by the duel. If by now they had no idea, he wasn’t going to remove their ignorance. It was apparent that neither man knew the true art of the blade, speaking through their swords. And they were the best the ancient world had to offer? Sure, they moved well, they were fast, had good balance, but that was only the superficial layer, belonging to the physical. Deeper understanding of the blade was something else, focusing on the mental and spiritual aspects. He had learnt enough of them.
Achilles swung with his sword at his left, while Hector stabbed at his right. The King of Pain ducked back, and went at Achilles, Glory in his right hand stabbing at the Greek warrior. Achilles raised his shield to block, and Phillip swung Infamy sideways at the shield, jamming the sword into the shield, the blade eating at least two inches into the rim. At the same time, he flung Glory at Hector, making the Trojan champion duck away.
Before Achilles could pull his shield out in reaction, Phillip was already in motion. He dropped down to one knee and used both arms to swing both sword and shield in a circular direction. There was a ripping, sucking sound as Achilles’ elbow was dislocated, the sinews tearing themselves from their anchor joints.
The Greek champion screamed in intense agony. The shield dropped to his left side, pulling down on the unsupported flesh of the joint. Phillip yanked his blade free of the shield, which mangled the elbow further.
He finally had time to taunt, “If I had been at Troy, they would be calling it Achilles’ elbow, instead of Achilles’ heel.”
Achilles screamed in rage, somehow bringing his pain under control. Hector leapt in between Phillip and the wounded Greek. The King of Pain pushed off from his nearly sitting position, twisting his body around Hector’s spear tip, letting it cut across his silksteel suit, with Infamy glancing off the shield as Hector brought it up to block the lunge.
When the Trojan warrior peeked out from behind his shield, Phillip flung a handful of slaked lime he had hidden in a pocket at his opponent’s eyes, which his right hand, free from holding Glory, had been able to do. Surprised and blinded, Hector fell back, clutching at his face and screaming in anger.
Moments later, Phillip was standing over the dead bodies of the four Greek legends. Honor is but a thin veil against the chill of the grave. He called Glory back to his hand, and prepared to hunt down more opponents when he realized that Wonder Woman was in trouble. Worse yet, he realized that Cronus, Arch, Titan, and Slaughter were missing from the action.

Artemis picked up a quiver of arrows from a corpse on the ground, apologizing to the dead warrior as she did so. Typhon spat another series of fireblasts, which trailed her path as she ran for cover.
Jake popped up from a piece of shattered rubble, and loosed another storm of bullets. The short fusillade caught two more serpent heads, and the rest of Typhon’s surviving heads screamed their hate at their two tormentors, in the form of yet more fireballs. His main head, perched on top of his shoulders, roared in frustration.
Artemis and Jake ducked back, letting the fireballs explode harmlessly on the rubble. Artemis notched two more arrows on her bow, and saw Jake signal to her with several hand gestures. You go left, I’ll go to the middle.
They moved quickly, while Typhon shrieked, unable to find his prey. After reaching their new positions, Artemis stood up and fired off her two arrows. Both flew unerringly to two more heads, silencing them, leaving only about 20 heads still spiting fire.
The cat and mouse battle went on, but Artemis noticed that Jake had seemingly left her. He’d just disappeared.
She gritted her teeth. She did not believe the man of cowardice. He must be up to something!
She killed the last of Typhon’s dragon-heads, and that was when Jake reappeared, dragging a half delirious Thor with him. The Asgardian prince was wounded badly, but still holding Mjolnir. Artemis realized what Jake was planning to do.
“Wake up!” Jake lifted Thor to his feet. “We need you to swing that hammer of yours at Typhon!”
Thor’s eyes closed, and Typhon dove down. Artemis fired off several more arrows, forcing the monster away. It still hung over them like a mountain in the sky, unmovable, waiting for an opportunity. They could not leave it alone, or else Typhon would continue tearing chunks out of the Asgard fortress.
“Come on!” Jake shouted desperately at Thor, but there was no response. The big man reached for Mjolnir, and tried to lift it himself, but no luck. He couldn’t budge it, despite standing two feet taller than everybody else.
“Artemis!” He yelled for her. She ran over, and reached for the handle of the magical hammer. She pulled with all her strength. Nope, she could not lift it either.
We need a miracle, she thought, before Typhon kills us!

Wonder Woman’s eyes filled with tears as she fought against her mother and aunt, her mind filling with memories of the times she had spent with her mother, both good and bad.
Hippolyta had wronged her, but she had also wronged her mother. So many mistakes between mother and daughter. From the beginning when she had to wear a mask to compete in the contest for Wonder Woman, to the estrangement she had felt when she was fighting in Man’s World, to her mother’s betrayal when she forced Artemis to die in her stead as Wonder Woman. The harsh words exchanged before her mother’s death defending against Imperiex drones.
She wished she could take that all back, but she couldn’t. Even though they had forgiven each other after Themyscira was reconstructed after the Imperiex war, there was still some niggling doubt in the back of her mind.
Those doubts had come back full force. She could not hurt her mother, but apparently her mother, under Oblivion’s control, did not share her sentiment. It hurt greatly for the Princess to fight her Queen, and she focused on defending herself, while trying to get her mother to see reason.
“Mother!” The Amazon Princess shouted, “It’s me, Diana! Your daughter!” No response. Oblivion must be manipulating their senses as well as their memories.
Hippolyta swung at her, and Diana dodged back. Antiope followed up with a spear thrust that knocked off her helmet. Wonder Woman stumbled, distraught and unable to defend herself for a moment.
The two Amazon queens advanced together, and struck again. Diana managed to bring her sword and shield up to fend off the blows, but the sheer force of their attack further unbalanced her. She tripped on a piece of rubble, her long legs desperately trying to find purchase, but there was none to be found.
They attacked her, not giving her a chance to recover. It was not long before they battered her sword out of her hands, and smashed apart her shield, leaving Wonder Woman defenseless.
She stared at her mother, tears in her eyes as she awaited death. Hippolyta and Antiope were as zombies, raising their weapons to kill her. Their weapons fell upon the Amazon Champion, and suddenly Diana felt the breath forced out of her when something tackled her bodily from her right.
They rolled on the ground painfully for several meters, and Diana opened her eyes, seeing the agonized expression on the King of Pain’s face. He quickly rolled away, leaping to his feet smoothly, turning to meet the charging Hippolyta and Antiope. Diana gasped when she saw his back.
The suit was torn apart from the blows from Hippolyta and Antiope he had taken for her, black shreds hanging in tatters from his shoulders. Deep furrows of blood seeped down his back, two vicious slashes from Hippolyta’s sword and Antiope’s spear. The furrows ran from his right shoulder down to almost his spine, blocked by the scabbards on his back. The pain must be excruciating.
“Phillip!” She grabbed a nearby sword from the ground.
He turned his head slightly, “Diana, go! I’ll take them!”
Antiope charged in with her spear in a lunge, Phillip arced his body, letting the spear tip brush just past his midsection. Infamy swooped in to take Antiope’s head off. Diana screamed as she realized his deadly intent, “No!”
Antiope’s neck erupted with blood as Infamy finished her off. Distracted by Diana’s shout, Phillip’s attention wavered, allowing Hippolyta to cut him across his shoulder, and he tumbled to the ground before jumping to his feet. “Dammit! Go away! Don’t distract me!”
Diana shouted, “I can’t let you hurt my mother!” She raised her weapons, ready to fight Phillip himself. Antiope’s sudden death was bad enough. If he wanted to kill Hippolyta, he’d have to go through her. She didn’t care. She won’t let her mother be killed again. No matter what the reason.
She saw a moment of exasperation flit across his face, before he nodded grimly. “Fine! I promise I won’t kill her! Now go! I think Cronus is already in the throne room! You have to stop him!”
She could hear the conviction in his voice, and she knew that he was a man of his word. It would have to do. Diana took one last look at the duel, and muttered a short prayer to Gaea for both combatants as she ran deeper into the fortress. Please, Mother Gaea, protect both of them from harm!
She came across Artemis and Jake, dragging an insensate Thor while trying to avoid Typhon, who was pulling out stones from the towers and tossing them at the small group.
“Diana!” Artemis yelled. “We need Mjolnir to stop Typhon!”
Wonder Woman did not hesitate. She reached down for Mjolnir, and picked it up.
“Wow.” Jake breathed, his eyes wide in awe. “Use it, quickly!”
Typhon seemed to sense their plan, and started flinging more rocks.
Diana felt the weight of the hammer in her hands, and hefted it experimentally. She began to swing it around like a hammer thrower, balancing the centrifugal momentum of the hammer’s weight with her own mass. She spun around, faster and faster, the force of her motion making her dizzy.
She hung on, knowing that she had to attain as much momentum on the hammer as possible. Black and red spots danced in her eyes, but Wonder Woman persisted.
She somehow managed to spin to a piece of open ground. Typhon saw her, and dived down at her.
Almost… got… it… Diana gritted her teeth, concentrating all her strength into controlling the hammer, timing her spin. There… NOW!
She released the hammer, at the last moment adding a bit of strength downwards such that the spinning motion eventually brought it up. The hammer was flung up with incredible force, right into Typhon’s head.
It happened so quickly that the monster did not even have time to scream. The hammer simply smashed into Typhon’s nose, and the monster’s wings stopped flapping, obviously out of it.
Diana knew her own strength had been insufficient to fully utilize the hammer, but in the time she had held it, it had added to her strength, such that for a few moments she had the strength she normally possessed as Wonder Woman. And apparently, it had been enough to topple Typhon.
Thankfully, Typhon did not crash onto Asgard. He careened through the air, before crashing into a hilltop outside Asgard with enough force to generate a minor earthquake, shaking combatants and warriors off their feet.
The Amazon tried to look for the hammer, but she could not find it after it fell to the ground. Thor was still unconscious. Wonder Woman told Artemis, “We need to get to the throne room! Cronus might already be there!”
“What about Thor?” Jake asked.
Diana pursed her lips, thinking. Battling Cronus was dangerous enough, and they did not need an unconscious Thor as a distraction. “You stay here with him!”
Before Jake could protest, the two amazons ran off, clambering over rubble and stones with athletic grace.

Hippolyta swung her sword again at the man in front of her. “Stand still, spawn of evil!”
The swordsman shook his head, and slapped her sword away. The Amazon had no idea what he was trying to do. He had plenty of opportunities to kill her since he had beheaded her poor sister, but refrained from killing her.
Hippolyta did not know why, and she did not care. Zeus had brought her and the other Greek warriors from the Elysium fields to fight in this most glorious of battles, against the rampaging hordes of hell that were threatening sacred Olympus.
She glanced over at the bodies of Achilles, Hector, and the two Ajaxes, and felt a pang of fear. This black clad swordsman had somehow defeated four of the best warriors Olympus had ever had, and surely he was just toying with her!
Still, there was something at the back of her mind, shouting at her that this was all wrong, that she was fighting the wrong person, the wrong battle.
It had started with the woman she had been fighting before the black swordsman had barged in. The woman moved in ways that seemed so familiar to her, and Hippolyta had tried to recall where she had seen such moves, to no avail. And when the swordsman had taken her sword on his back to protect the woman, she had been shocked mentally. These were supposed to be the minions of hell, uncaring and brutal. Yet one of them had tried to protect another.
And for the barest of moments, she had thought she saw her own daughter Diana lying on the ground under the swordsman.
Distracted by her thoughts, Hippolyta was unable to maintain her grip on her sword when the swordsman swung hard at the base of the blade, knocking it out of her hands. Hippolyta tried to move away, but he jammed his other sword into the rim of her shield, preventing her from running. He spun around her, and before Hippolyta could react, she felt a heavy blow on the back of her head.

Phillip leaned over the prone form of the Amazon Queen, his fingers probing her neck for a pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt a strong and steady rhythm on her neck. He had kept his promise to Diana. And it would be some time before Hippolyta woke up.
He looked around. Typhon was gone from the skies, somehow. The battle was slowly ebbing, as exhausted warriors slowed the tempo of their fights. Phillip was tempted to join in, but he knew that wasn’t the point.
The point was still to get Cronus. As long as Cronus was holding onto the Sickle of Adamant, he was a threat. And Cronus was nowhere to be seen in the courtyard or outside the castle, which meant that he was probably somewhere in the castle rooms and hallways.
The King of Pain started to run for Odin’s throneroom, his back screaming with liquid fire. Drops of blood marked his trail as he ran.
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